1. Lesley part 17


    Date: 9/25/2017, Categories: Mature, Author: Les1111, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Lesley watched her in a strange way...saying nothing...just watched. &#034So...what's on tonight Lesley.....anything exciting...any man in your life to have fun with that sexy little but of yours eh...heehee. I'll be getting done in about 30 minutes from now....he's available now...heehee. This cunny here needs some attention....&#034 she said as she soaked her pussy...pushing two fingers inside herself, laughing. &#034Nno. Nothing on...just sort out the k**s...&#034 she lied....again. &#034God girl....you must be wearing those battery's out...heehee&#034 &#034Haha&#034 Lesley muttered. &#034You need to get yourself some action pet....we could go out one night if you want. Better to hunt in pairs....heeheeheehee. Know what I mean?... &#034 she turned the water off and started drying herself. Lesley just stood there, never moving. She watched Sylvia dry herself, spray deodorant on her body and then put her underwear on. A thong of course...micro thin. From a distance you could hardly see the material between her cheeks...and the front barely covered her mound at all. Her bra was matching and pushed her breasts up, emphasising there size. She was babbling on about new boyfriend but the words washed over Lesley's head. She wasn't interested. Her eyes watched, unseeing, as she pulled her jeans on, then a crop top, showing her tits to full advantage....she saw it...but didn't.... The locker room door shut as her work friend left, shouting &#034Byeee&#034. Lesley didn't respond. ...
    She dried herself off and pulled on a pair of old trousers and a blouse, that had been in her locker for ages. She had no underwear so she couldn't put any on. She wasn't bothered. Her head was still blank and she had as yet, made no plans or decisions. She didn't have even a brush or comb to sort her hair. So fucking what!!!! She grabbed her bag and next thing she remembered was pulling up outside her house. The journey was a blank....she wondered how she'd got home....then she thought...Rob....she was supposed to go to Robs. She looked at her phone... but it was dead. Battery!!! A thought of Sylvia appeared...&#034better hunt in pairs....&#034 She had said....??? ....McPeevies cock, was her next thought....thicker than her wrist...pulling his cock onto her face...grabbing his huge arse and pulling it onto her face...the phone...the woman's voice....&#034suck that cock&#034 &#034no kissing&#034. &#034fuck you for a month&#034.....&#034no swimmers in ya cunt&#034 ...... She just sat there, in her old car....snippets of orders and instructions going through her mind....over and over again...pictures in her mind of photographs....photographs of her smiling face, as she held her pussy open for the camera...holding a photograph while pulling her knickers aside....and then...giving a blowjob on face time...oh what a fucking god damned awful mess.... She was sitting at her kitchen table when her charging phone beeped into life. She looked at it and there were two messages and a voice ...
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